The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 480 Plaintiff
After the county magistrate finished speaking, he stared intently at Li Miao, his face showing a calm and composed demeanor, as if he had Li Miao completely under his control.

Li Miao, however, did not react at all. He looked the man up and down, inside and out, and then suddenly moved his feet, as if he was about to step forward.

The county magistrate suddenly trembled, his pupils contracted sharply, and his upper body involuntarily leaned back.

Li Miao stopped leisurely and smiled mischievously.

"You're sweating, aren't you?"

"you!"

The county magistrate was so frightened that he could no longer maintain his composure.

How could he not be afraid?

Li Miao's skill in throwing the drum just now was no less than top-notch. The sense of security he felt from the rotten potatoes and stinky birds around him was only slightly better than getting half a sheet of toilet paper when he went to the outhouse.

Regardless of how the other party deals with the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the future, right now, in this small area, my life is definitely in their hands.

He still wanted to struggle.

"You madman, do you know anything about the Sword King Pavilion!"

“‘Sword King’ Bu Ying was a master who won the title of Supreme Master at the Moon Appreciation Banquet. He also obtained the Xuanlan Kung Fu that was circulating in the capital. Feeling confident, he single-handedly and with his sword cut through the Tang Clan, intending to take over the entire Bashu region… But in less than a month, his sword and his dominant hand broke together!”

"There's also the story of the abbot of Shuijin Temple intercepting a member of the Imperial Guard and spreading the news that he wanted to avenge the monk. As a result, the Imperial Guard commander Mei Qinghe met him at the top of Mount Song and beheaded him with a single sword strike!"

"And the Kunlun Sect and the Qingluan Sect, these great sects that possessed celestial lineages, have all been wiped out! You—"

He wanted to use these things to make Li Miao back down, his eyes fixed on Li Miao's face, trying to discern some fear and hesitation.

But the further he spoke, the lower his voice became.

This person... how come he's not afraid at all, but instead gets more and more energetic and happier the more he listens!

Beheading! Annihilation of the entire family!
You think I'm telling you a story? Are you scared yet?

Crazy!

Little did he know what Li Miao was thinking.

How could you not be happy to hear unrelated strangers praising your child's achievements?

Oh, Tang Clan, it must have been Xiao Anzi who made it, right?

Ha, I wonder how many dirty tricks Bu Ying has secretly been tricked.

Xiao Mei was probably using Sword Twenty-Three, which sounds impressive—"One Strike to Decapitate"—but actually, after that strike, she probably wouldn't even be able to walk... However, Wang Hai and Xiao Si definitely wouldn't let her have a fair fight; they're probably hiding nearby, ready to use dirty tricks, so there's no need to worry.

In the past two years, Li Miao has truly become a hands-off manager, leaving the capital with just a bearskin cloak and wandering around aimlessly, without even looking at the intelligence reports from the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

In an ordinary government office, if the head official were "out of touch" for two years, things would have fallen into chaos long ago. But the people under Li Miao's command were different. Although they each had their own psychological problems, and were cunning, ruthless, and cunning, their abilities were undeniable.

He really took the blame and never disturbed Li Miao's "vacation" even once.

Hearing this again after two years, how could he not be happy?

His dream of "automated office" for more than 20 years has come true!

Seeing that the county magistrate's voice was getting softer and softer, Li Miao clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"Speak, about the matter between the Azure Phoenix Sect and the Kunlun Sect."

"How were they killed? Where were they killed? How many were killed? What are the details? What was the process?"

"Why did you stop? I haven't heard enough."

The county magistrate thought things had gone wrong.

This person is not only unafraid, but also provoking us!

He wasn't really interested in hearing stories; he was clearly saying, "What bullshit Imperial Guards, what murder and annihilation—they're nothing but stories to me!"
The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless.

If this drags on any longer and the person in charge doesn't arrive, I'm afraid I'll be in serious trouble!
He dared not speak, thinking that Li Miao might kill him at any moment.

But then Li Miao suddenly smiled and dusted off his sleeves.

"Fine, since you've said so much, I can't very well refuse the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"Let's not talk about surrendering."

"Now that the drum for petitioning has sounded, Your Honor, shouldn't you hold court and hear the case?"

Li Miao turned around leisurely and glanced around.

While they appeared to be looking around aimlessly, they were actually using their hearing skills to listen to the sounds coming from inside the houses.

After a few breaths, he nodded, stepped outside a house, and punched the wall.

Thump. A soft sound, and the wall remained unmoved.

The county magistrate was taken aback.

He couldn't understand Li Miao's intentions, but he could understand the fact that the wall was completely undamaged.

This mud wall could be punched right through by any third-rate fighter, yet this person couldn't damage it?
Could it be that I've mistaken the person for someone else? Was it the dark-skinned young man next to me who was holding a baby and breastfeeding that just threw the petition drum?
His mind raced, and before he could react...

Suddenly, a "whoosh" sound, like mercury spilling onto the ground, rang out from Li Miao's side.

The walls of that house had no cracks or holes. The moment Li Miao withdrew his fist, they melted into fine sand and fell down, just like ice melting in early spring.

Then Li Miao reached into the wall and grabbed a middle-aged man with a miserable face and tattered clothes. He then carried him back to the entrance of the yamen.

With a thud, the man was placed on the ground.

Li Miao patted him on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"What is your name?"

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary citizen. When he looked up at the county magistrate glaring at him, then at the smashed county government gate, and finally at the kind-faced Li Miao, his legs went weak and he was about to kneel down.

"I, a commoner—"

Li Miao lifted him up and laughed.

"It's alright, don't worry."

"Your county magistrate is terrified of me. With me here, you'll be safe. You'll see!"

Li Miao suddenly raised his hand.

"Shut up!"

The county magistrate thought Li Miao was going to harm him, and took a step back, his face turning pale.

Li Miao, however, calmly withdrew his hand and spread his arms wide.

"See, isn't he afraid of me?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything today. Even if the emperor himself came, he'd have to reason with me. Don't be afraid."

"Okay, what's your name?"

Regardless of how many people secretly scoffed at his words, thinking, "What arrogance! Even the emperor has to reason with you," the confidence in his words, combined with his demeanor, was enough to convince anyone.

Adding to that the county magistrate's fearful reaction earlier.

The man glanced calmly at the dozens of infants in the car beside him, and the sorrow, anger, and helplessness that had been brewing in his heart for so long suddenly burst forth, driving away the fear from his heart.

"My name is Li Dabao..."

"Great, great hero, I, I..."

Tears streamed down his face, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

Li Miao patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, we'll talk about the injustice later."

"Just tell me, who are you going to sue?"

Li Dabao choked up and angrily uttered a name.

"Master Huang... Huang Jiulang!"

Li Miao clapped his hands.

"Work together."

He immediately turned to look at the magistrate, whose face was gloomy.

"Didn't you just say that my identity is unclear and I can't be a plaintiff?"

"Now that we have a plaintiff and a defendant, shouldn't you be ready to hold court?"

"Oh, by the way, I'm unfamiliar with this place, so I'll have to trouble you, sir, to bring this defendant over for me—is that alright?"

The county magistrate naturally wanted to say, "There's a problem."

But looking at Li Miao's relaxed smile, and recalling the utterly harmless punch that had turned the earthen wall into sand, he really didn't have the courage to say no.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and uttered a single word.

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)